The Flame Within

"All Scripture is inspired by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, for training in righteousness; so that the man of God may be adequate, equipped for every good work." 2 Timothy 3:16-17

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    Today’s societal norms regarding life, love, and marriage have forced me to ponder, “When is the {right} time to get married, When is the {right} time to have a baby?” Today the world tells us we have to have all our T’s crossed and our I’s dotted before we can consider marriage or having a child. We should be a size 2 and wear all name brands. The world says we have to have graduated college, we have to own a home, and drive a new car. I have seen family’s in uproars over these issues. I especially find it interesting when such {issues} arise within Christian homes. The world tells us that we should only have one or two children. I have four children and I get those “holy smokes” looks quite often, sometimes people say, “Are they all yours?” And I reply, “Yep, and I love it!” Who made up these rules?

    What do you think?

    Christian’s would you agree with me that our focus has gotten off track… I think we often focus more on what society tells us we {should} do and less on what God is telling us we {should} do.

    In an ideal world, society’s rules make sense. Quite possibly they are goals we should aim toward. However, the God I know and read about in the Bible doesn’t give a {hoot} about societal norms. For example… Noah building an ark. Say what? How {normal} is that? I’m sure all that wood was hard to come by and who knows how many animals he went into {debt} for to acquire all the wood he needed to build. I’m certain he had to quit his day job to find time to build {the boat that saved the world}.

    Don’t misunderstand me… I think it is {wise} to be smart when making decisions. We shouldn’t just run out and get married the day after we meet someone {unless} we absolutely know that’s what God is calling us to do. We shouldn’t take out loans we’ll {never} be able to pay back, just so that we can have the world’s largest home or hottest sports car. We should take our time when making big decisions.

    What point am I trying to make?

    {Christian’s} we need to {stop} focusing solely on society’s norms, and begin consulting with the {maker of society}!

    Guess what? God made each and everyone of us and He speaks directly to our hearts.

    {Maybe}… Just {maybe} we should put down our defenses and the world’s rules… And get into the word… And truly ask God to speak to our hearts about His will for our lives, our children’s life’s, and His will for our family’s.

    Folks… If I spent my life focusing on {society’s} norms… I would have missed out on so many blessings. If I would have listened to every well intentioned person’s advice, I wouldn’t have gotten married at 22… I wouldn’t have {any} of my children {and my children are the greatest [four] things I’ve ever accomplished}, my husband wouldn’t have gone back to school to become a successful business professor, and I wouldn’t be following God’s will in becoming a counselor. Had I missed out on all these blessings… Guess what? I might be debt free… With lots of money in the bank… But guess what? I would be completely unhappy… lonely… and out of obedience to God.

    Are societal norms more important than {seeking} God’s will for our lives?

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    Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about relationships. Maintaining relationships is tough. If we really stop and think about it, our closest relationships maintain the potential to hurt us the most. I have seen too many relationships destroyed due to hurt feelings. One friend say’s one thing, and someone say’s another, we speak without thinking, we retaliate in anger, and before we know it, we have a broken relationship. Recently, I faced an issue where someone said something that hurt my feelings. I tend to over analyze everything and continually relive social interactions inside my mind. I have realized, usually when someone hurts my feelings, the “offender” has no clue that my feeling were hurt.

    Friends, I can honestly say, there isn’t a single close family member or friend, who hasn’t hurt my feelings at some point in time. I can honestly say, there isn’t a single close family member or friend whom I haven’t hurt at one time or another.

    What about you?

    Relationships are tough… And all healthy relationships experience ups and downs.

    Can you recall the feeling, that overwhelming “ouch”, your heart feels the moment those hurtful words slash through your chest? The quickening of your heart as you try to make since of the words or action in question. The way your body suddenly tightens up… and your heart feels like it hit the floor? It’s a terrible feeling!

    How can I (we) handle our hurt feelings? As for me I have learned, to just get away. To close the door… walk away… and attempt to get my emotions under control. I have learned escaping the situation allows me time to get my emotions under control. I spend time in prayer, bear my feelings to God, and seek His guidance in dealing with the situation.

    Proverbs 20:3: Avoiding a fight is a mark of honor; only fools insist on quarreling.

    1. We should do our best to avoid a fight, and try to resist a quarrel.

    Trust me, I am learning that retaliating in anger or harsh words {never} has good results. After the hurtful word escape our mouths and the relationship damaged we are left with extreme guilt and sadness. We make things worse by quarreling… Trust me, I’ve learned this the hard way!

    2. Occasionally there are times when we can admit the hurt right away and calmly discuss the situation. However, if you are angry or your emotions are raging… it’s probably best to move to #3.

    3. Gently walk away… close the door… say good bye and deal with your emotions before retaliating or saying words you may regret.

    Trust me friends, I have dealt with many “conflicts” in an improper manner, and later had to face the consequences for my behavior.

    3. Evaluate your emotions and your heart. Are you being too sensitive?

    At times we are overly sensitive. We need to allow ourselves time to pray and pull together our feelings, we may realize that it was nothing, and that we were being too sensitive. We need to allow people to be human; I am relieved when people allow me to be human. Christ forgives us over and over and we crucified him. Is it possible to extend a little of that grace to our family, friends, church members, acquaintances, and those we come in contact with? After all, we too hurt feelings, it’s all part of our humanness.

    4. Be vulnerable.

    After you’ve prayed, analyzed your emotions, and realized you weren’t being overly sensitive. Talk with the offender. We should never approach someone in anger… never without bathing the matter in prayer… and never pointing a finger. Rather, in gentleness and self-control discuss the matter. Use “I” statements rather than “you”statements. “You” statements immediately put the “offenders” defenses up. For example… “I felt…. when you…..” It’s really quite simple after we put aside our self and focus on the desired outcome and building harmony.

    5. Decide a course of action for a discussion gone awry.

    At times, even our best efforts, end in the offender becoming angry… bitter… or retaliating. Have a plan B… And decide ahead to handle the situation in prayer, and peacefulness. Once again… gently walk away… close the door… say goodbye… and deal with your emotions in private and before God.

    6. I’ve never retaliated in anger, and received positive results. It’s true! Usually the relationship ends broken, and the hurt much deeper than before.

    Friends, words hurt. We must think before we speak!

    We must realize that there will be times when our feelings get hurt. Especially in the relationships we hold dearest to us. People are people… we are all human… and we’re “ALL” going to say dumb and hurtful things. We must extend grace and learn how to deal with conflict. Conflict is an inevitable part of life!

    How To Handle Conflict…

    1. Pray
    If the other party is willing, pray together.

    2. Take responsibility.
    If you hurt someone with your words, take responsibility. Admitting you were wrong is tough, but necessary if we are to build and maintain healthy relationships.

    3. Give a little grace.
    After all, we would want other’s to do the same for us.

    4. Don’t be so sensitive.
    Allow people to be people, and think about how much we hurt God, and he still forgives us.

    5 Forgive.
    Forgiveness is the MOST important concept in ALL relationships. Forgive and “NEVER” hold grudges. Bitterness is painful and wreaks havoc on our spiritual and physical selves.

    6. Trust.
    Trust God. He’s an awesome and loving God. He has the ability to work in your heart and the hearts of all people. We must be open to His guidance.

    Friends, I’m writing more to myself than you. Today I needed a reminder of how to deal with my emotions in regard to my hurt feelings. It’s important to remind ourselves how to handle hurt feelings and conflict. I have come to understand, that we all share many of the same struggles, and I thoughts “just maybe” you struggle with hurt feelings and conflict… just like me.

    Blessings, Crystal

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    As a student pursuing a Master’s degree in counseling, I have come across information which has thrown me back into my past. My past is not a comfortable place and my motto is “my past is my past… it’s better off left in the {past}”. As a counseling student I’ve come to understand the importance of thoroughly dealing with my painful history. I recall a recent Christian counseling experience, where I spent an hour retelling my story. I left the office in tears and feeling defeated. Despite, these initial temporary negative emotions I continued to attend counseling services. The next week God prepared my heart for miraculous understanding and healing. Soon I began to experience freedom in God’s love. I realized, despite my ability to function effectively in life as a woman in the church, a wife, a mother, and a friend, many of my struggles were evolving from deep rooted past experiences.

    {Why am I writing this?}

    Unfortunately, I feel many of us have painful life stories. Many of us attend church, put a big smile on our faces, and pretend we’ve got everything under control.
    {What have I learned?}

    There is {no} healing in pretending!

    We attend church, get involved in every activity under the sun, and keep ourselves constantly on the go and entertained… all in effort to avoid our inner struggles. I am pursuing a degree in counseling, not because I think I have arrived or that I’ve got it all figured out. I am pursuing a degree in counseling because I realize that this world, our homes, and our churches are filled with God’s {imperfect} and {hurting} people. I am pursuing a degree in counseling to develop skills to come alongside God’s people and offer a safe place for my brother’s and sister’s to grow… to pray… to confess their frailties and insecurities from one who has suffered the {pit} myself.

    Friends, I am by far the picture of {perfection}. I need Christ every moment to face the constant spiritual battle attempting to gain victory over my soul. My soul has been won through the price Christ paid at the cross. I need Christ’s love to face each day… to achieve God’s continual peace… and find complete and ultimate healing. One day I will face Christ at the pearly gates and I yearn to hear him say, “Welcome home! Well done my faithful servant!”

    I can’t remain a faithful servant on my own. I need thee every hour! I need thee everyday! I need thee in my darkness! I need thee when my strength is depleted! I need thee to face this life… victoriously! That’s why I am pursuing a degree in counseling!

    {We ALL need Him, in every aspect of our lives!}

    I proclaim to the world the healing God has performed in my heart! He’s all that, and I am just a vessel, A {measly} vessel he has so graciously called to be the hand’s and feet of Jesus.

    Friends, please pray as I continue to pursue this degree… Pray that I will remain steadfast and focused on God… Pray that I will be open to the Holy Spirit!

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    Tonight my son Robby and I were cleaning out the van and a song came on the radio. The song was “Thank You”, by Ray Boltz. This past November I sang this song at my uncles funeral. Suddenly, I missed my uncle deeply and tears began falling from my eyes. My son suddenly became quiet (this is quite rare) and asked me if I am okay. I told him that the song made me miss my uncle. I explained the huge impact my uncle had on my life. My eleven year old son looked up at me with such tenderness and said, “Isn’t it such a blessing to know we’ll see him again in Heaven!” The thought of seeing my uncle again in Heaven brought such peace to my grieving heart.

    Friends, I am blessed! My son {really} ministered to me tonight. I told him thank you, hugged him, and told him how proud I am of him. Despite, my daily imperfections as a mother, somehow my boy is turning into a man after God’s heart.

    My son ministered to my heart! I couldn’t be more proud of my Robby. I’m beginning to see the {blessings} involved in watching your children grow up and mature. You know what? It feels pretty good!

    Blessings,

    Crystal

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    We plead to God…

    “Lord, give me this desire!”

    His response {most often} fails our instantaneous expectations.

    Do we assume… His answer is “no”.

    When maybe…

    His answer is “yes”… but “later”.

    Do we trust his word…

    {Ask and it will be given to you, seek and you will find, knock and the door will be opened to you.}?

    Is it possible?

    God loves us… More than we love ourselves.

    Could it be…

    He longs to teach us… To grow us… To mature our reliance on Him?

    Could it be…

    His timing is perfect?

    Could it be…

    We’re accustomed to having our way… Right away?

    I’ve always desired to have a little girl.

    A daughter to love…

    And to love me back.

    A daughter to establish the mother/ daughter bond…

    I’ve yearned for so long.

    Three pregnancies…

    Three times… {It’s a boy!}.

    I trusted in God’s sovereignty.

    I was filled with complete gratitude…

    And ultimate joy for the gift of my three adorable and sweet boys’.

    Three was our “final” number. {or so we thought}

    Yet… The desire to have a daughter was relentless.

    I prayed… “God please take this desire away.”

    The desire remained… And continued to grow stronger.

    I recall praying… “Lord, if you want me to have a little girl… Your going to have to put her on our front door step.”

    Soon after… A pregnancy test revealed… “You are pregnant.”

    Nine exhausting and nauseating months later.

    We received the blessing of a {perfect} and {healthy} baby girl.

    Today… This {little girl} fell asleep in the car on the way home.

    My five year old boy,

    Genuinely hugged… Gently kissed… Softly rubbed her little forehead as we carried her to bed.

    As tears dripped from my eyes…

    I thought to myself…

    “This is why… God said…”No, not yet.”

    His answer was never “no”… but… “later”.

    His answer was… “Yes… Give me time… Can you… Will you… {trust me}?…

    I have a plan more {beautiful} than you can imagine.”

    The mental picture of my rough and tumble boys so tenderly {loving} on their baby sister…

    Is precious… And was {absolutely} worth the wait.

    These three big brothers…

    Protect their Baby sister… Play with her… Tickle her… And {literally} treat her like a princess.

    These three {rowdy} boys have been given an awesome opportunity…

    To learn to love God’s gentler spirit.

    To learn early in life to protect… care… love and appreciate the beauty of a woman.

    This little girl… Will never have to wonder…

    “Am I loved?”

    She is showered with affection.

    She will know the love of a Godly daddy…

    The love of three brothers who adore the {princess} pink ground… She walks on.

    God’s plan… His beauty… His “later”…

    Has proven more wonderful than I could have ever imagined.

    Friends… Can you think of a time, when You thought God’s answer was “no” and you found out later His answer was actually “later”?

  • My son Daniel was playing at his friends house yesterday afternoon.  His friend’s mother is one of my best friends.  My cell phone rang and it was my friend.  She said, “Crystal, I don’t wan’t you to freak you out but I need to call 911 for Daniel.”  Her son playing around threw a music cymbal and it hit Daniel on the nose and up towards his eye.  I could hear fear in her voice, despite the fact that she was trying so {very} hard to remain calm.  Her four children were frantic on the other end and Daniel was hysterically crying.  Needless, to say… I jumped into gear.  Jumped in the car and sped through town to get to my sons side. To make a long story short…  He ended up having to be sedated and a plastic surgeon was called in to repair the damage.  It was a traumatic experience for my little guy.

    Here’s the lesson I learned from my five year old.

    Please take a minute to watch this video before continuing to read this blog post.  You will be blessed… Trust me…

     

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    In this video he’s just coming out of sedation.  He told me that his friend threw a {torcher} at him.  A {torcher} is Daniel’s made up word for cymbal.  I asked him, “You still love him?”  His response was a pure example of the love we’re supposed to have as followers of Christ.  He says, “Yep… He’s still my best friend.  And even if he throws something else at me, he’ll still be my best friend.”  {Tears}

    I’m amazed at the depth of his love for his friend…  I’m amazed with his simple childlike love…  His astounding childlike faith…

    Friends, if only we could be more like my five year old.  If we could so easily forgive… Forgive people for their humanly mistakes… and their frailties.  This world would be a much more enjoyable place… friendships would be deeper… families closer… marriages stronger.

    When people inadvertently throw {torchers} in our direction.  Can we forgive their mistakes?  Can we allow people to be human?  Can we love them with the love of God?

    Some of the most astounding life lessons… I’ve learned from God’s little people.

    How about you?

  • Our home is surrounded with landscaping.  I didn’t create the landscaping, it was an added benefit to buying the house (or so I thought).  The spring after moving, the weeds began popping up EVERYWHERE.  Two springs later, entropy began to conquer our previously beautiful landscaping.  Let me tell you… I’M NOT ONE WITH THE EARTH AND I’M NOT A “GRANOLA EATER” TYPE PERSON, IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM.  I scream at the sight of bugs…  And worms… Oh, my!!!  I am a Martha at heart (on the inside of the house), but weed pulling (gross… not me).  Yesterday, my husband pulled in the driveway, coming home from work.  He stepped out of his jeep as I’m stressing about the weeds taking up residence in our landscaping.  I’m sweating, dirt ridden, and fully grumpy.  He walked up to me a smile beaming across his face.  He says, “Do you know how blessed we are?”  Ugh… I don’t know about you, but when I am feeling {fully grumpy}, the last thing I want is someone telling me how blessed I am.  He continues, “We have a beautiful home, four wonderful children, a happy marriage, I have my dream job, you are a graduate student, and we live in a beautiful neighborhood.   We have so much to thank God for!”  {Grumpiness replaced with guilt.}  I return his hug and look up at him and say… “Funny, how our blessings can be so stressful!”  

    We continued to work on the yard, as I’m thinking… “We really need to hire a landscaper!” {not thinking, but stating out loud to my husband}.  We completed the front yard, the finished product was beautiful and wonderfully rewarding.  We ate dinner as a family and put the kids to bed late (because we were having tremendous fun),  After putting the kids to bed, my husband (Robert) and I walked around the house after a fresh spring rain, we observed our home and felt entirely blessed with God’s goodness. 

    Question…. Are your blessings’ stressing you out? 

    I’ve been pondering this question all day.  My husband is my best friend, my lover, and soul mate, but at times he stresses me out {hate to break this to you honey!}.  My children are wonderful, funny, cute, adorable, but at times being a mother wears me out.  I’m living in my dream home but the weeds continue to grow, the sinks continue to clog up, the insects still find a way to get in, and the struggles of home ownership persist.  

    I have come to the conclusion that all blessings are stressful at times.  Except for one… {God}… God has {NEVER} stressed me out.  I need God… {We all need God}!

    If I keep my eyes on God, I will appreciate the blessings in my life, and {guess what}…  The consequence?  A much happier life for me, my husband, my children, and everyone I come in contact with.  God’s love in contagious… infectious!!!  

    Friends, let’s focus on the {Giver} of our blessings!  Let’s praise God for the blessings in our life and {maybe} infect the world with His love!!!

    Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.  Hebrews 12:12

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    Today was another day abounding in blissful blessings. A day when it was {good to be alive}! Everything was perfect. I thoroughly enjoyed hanging out with my little ones. We spent the morning cuddling in bed, headed to the park to meet up with some friends, ate Subway for lunch, enjoyed a nice long afternoon nap and {cuddle with Danny Panda (my five year old boy who {loves} to cuddle), went to the older boys’ school carnival, evening outing to the park, and came home and ate ice cream on the picnic table outside. This is simple run down of our {amazing} day! Driving home from the park I looked in the rear view mirror and saw {pure joy}. I soaked up the {joy} of the moment, and attempted to store the precious moment into my long term memory. Joy beaming from my little ones’ tired little faces. {JOY}!!!

    I can’t recall how many times people out in public have asked me, “Are they all yours?” I kindly respond, “Yep, all four… And I love it!” {Most of the time}

    “Every good and perfect gift comes from above.” James 1:17

    Blessings,

    Crystal

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    Am I the only mother who continually compares my self to {all} other momma’s in the world? Am I the only mother, who feels regular guilt because I’m not participating in arts and crafts with my children? Am I the only mother who feels immense pressure to be like {her}? I dont look like {her}, I’m not as {well-liked} as {her}. My house isn’t near as clean as {hers}? Why can’t my body look like {hers}.

    Am I the only mother who fails to see myself through God’s eyes, rather than through the eyes of my worst critic {myself}? Am I the only mother, who desperately needs regular reminders of God’s love for {me}?

    Is it possible…?

    All mother’s struggle to some extent with self-worth. All mothers desire to be the best {mothers} they can be. All mothers need encouragement. All mothers are their very worst critics. All mothers are imperfect? All mothers need reminded of God’s love.

    Friends, this morning I was {once again} being my worst critic.

    Walking around the house, my thoughts continually pounded down my spirit…

    Your house is a mess. Why don’t you play with you kids more, like the other moms you see on Facebook. Why don’t you look like… why don’t you portray yourself like… Why can’t you be more like {her}?

    This is honesty friends. These were the thoughts whirling around inside my head {this} morning.

    Finally…

    I put my kids’ shoes on, my shoes on, and we went on a {peaceful} walk. Walking in God’s creation… God’s love hollers through the trees. {I Love You, Can you hear me? I said, ” I Love You! Are you listening… to me? I {really}, love you!} His love reaches my senses, through the cool and gentle breeze that blows over my skin.

    His love, literally surrounds my senses…

    I inhale the fresh… spring air… God’s fuel… for my weary soul.

    I exhale… bottled up stress.

    I let it all go… the comparisons, the negativity, and the desire to be more like {her}.

    Suddenly… I {really} see in front of me.

    My five year old boy, is walking, hand in hand with his baby sister.

    A picture’s worth a thousand words!

    I snap a picture.

    God’s reminder… of his love!

    Suddenly… I don’t want {her} life!

    Realization…

    {washes— over my entire being}…

    I’m living a dream…

    Right now… in this moment.

    In my home. Beside my husband… With my beloved children.

    This is {Heaven}… on Earth.

    Thank you Father, for the reminder of your love. For speaking {beauty} and {love} into my spirit. For continually blessing me, and the constant reminder of the blessings surrounding my life! Friends, if we have life… if we have breadth… His blessings… are never far. We just have to stop looking {around} and simply look… [up]!!!

    Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. Romans 12:12

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    A couple of nights ago, I was sitting in the living room, surrounded by my family and guiltily stressing about my graduate level research papers. Earlier, that afternoon I had noticed a friend requested prayer for her daughter on Facebook. Despite, my stress over my research papers due that evening, I continued to check Facebook for further updates on the condition of my friends daughter. I opened Facebook, in the midst of blood beating anxiety over the completion of my papers, and the status update I read [literally stopped me in my tracks].

    My mind couldn’t grasp the information I had just read. [Thinking, surely I read that wrong, I read it twice, and three times.] My friend’s sweet, beautiful, and tender two year old daughter had been diagnosed with Neuroblastoma, a form of childhood cancer. Emotions welled within me, and I couldn’t make sense of such sadness. The thoughts whirling within my mind, included anger… fear… unbelief… anxiety… and uncertainty. A world of chaotic emotions washed over my soul. A whirlwind of emotions that I couldn’t even begin to describe in written word.

    I put down my computer, and retrieved into my bedroom. I phoned a close friend. The two of us talked, planned, and prayed for our friend’s family. This friend, is one of those friends you can call, and can make your sadness, fear, and stress seem frivolous. [Not this time!] She couldn’t make it better, I couldn’t make it better, and the two of us together couldn’t make it better. Once we realized our words… pretty much were helpless… we decided to end our phone call in prayer.

    We prayed! I’ve prayed continuously since the moment I heard the disheartening news. My family prays together. We’ll continue praying through the months that lie head. [Prayer… It’s all we can physically do. This situation is out of our control.] So we pray!

    I am a strong believer, and faith in God comes as natural as the air I breathe. [Not this time.] [Not the evening, I was sick in bed with Pneumonia and read on Facebook, that my college roommate lost her husband and two of her five children.] [Not the nights I sat next to my little ones’ hospital beds.] [Not the evening my husband was stuck in Tokyo, during the largest Earthquake in 100 years and I wouldn’t find out for many hours that he was safely flying over the Pacific.]. During these moments I have to [choose] faith.

    Throughout my 20 years of being a Christian, I have experienced difficult times. Times when my immediate inclination was fear, anger, and unbelief. During these times, I realized… I have nothing else… [But faith]. So… I place my trust in Him. After all, he has never let me down! When trials come rushing in my direction, and my view of Heaven is diminished from fear, anxiety, and disappointment, I will rely on Faith. [Faith… Even when chosen, out of desperation], has never let me down.

    [God has NEVER let me down!]

    It was good for me to be afflicted so that I could learn your statutes. Psalm 119:71

    Now the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ Jesus, will personally restore, establish, strengthen, and support you after you have suffered a little. 1 Peter 5:10

    Human suffering is universal; no one escapes. It is ubiquitous!

    If I withhold faith, I will behold no hope!!!

    Blessings,

    Crystal